After a few more seconds had passed, he watched the girl finally shift her gaze away from him, scanning the surroundings with sharp eyes.
Then, when she turned back to Noah, the gun in her hand had vanished.
'She has mind-space too?' Noah's heart skipped. His curiosity about her identity only deepened and became increasingly apparent.
Unable to hold back, he tried once more.
'Zoe, is this woman an ally or an enemy?' He waited, desperate for any hint of a reply.
But again, nothing.
His worry intensified. Not only was he wounded and vulnerable, but Zoe, his most trusted system, had gone entirely silent.
And if this woman were an enemy… he didn't stand a chance. The devil's stab wound was still burning through his side, and his right arm remained numb and useless.
'Damn it, Zoe. Where the hell are you?'
This is the first time he has vented his frustration toward Zoe.
Still no answer.
